Bad poetry and Just Sitting - blog journey portraying the coarse and subtle levels of the phenomena called Mind-Body

Tuesday, April 9, 2013


Shooting stars 
passing bright
In the hive 
of Sun dance

Dripping down 
the golden mead
Spreading the web 
over the Earth

On their wings 
flying high
Entering my mind 
through the light

Wax knitting soft
into the skin
Warm breath seeping
out of the hole

Hexagon cells
filling the stomach
As One walking out
the Queen is piping